A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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IS KADAR KIYA TUNE

की अब जो इस कदर किया तूने नाचार है,

Drowning...

They come in waves,

my feelings for you.

And not pretty whitecaps

dancing

Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms

-koi diwana tha tere pyaar me

koi pagal kehta hai to koi diwana kehta hai

me tumse dur kese rahun tu mujhse dur kese ra

MA ME TERI AARTI UTAR LUN

कर गयी पैदा तुझे उस कोख का एहसान है

Now We Are Six

When I was One,

I had just begun.

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.

What Do I See In You

What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,

I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,

A New Beginning
Something happened to me when our relationship died,
Something happened to me right when we said

Navigation To Nowhere

 

Maps are complicated

if you aren’t familiar with the place.

DHARA SE DOOR CHAND

दूर धरा से चाँद को निहारती 

होकर

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